Taxes are only within machine gun range!

Chapter 326 "Backup Hidden Energy"

Having determined the general objective, the next step is naturally to gather as much information as possible in the shortest possible time.

Since communication with headquarters was interrupted and the procurement of military satellites was not yet fully completed, Nerva decided to... watch TV.

Yes, in many countries, certain important information can be obtained by reading newspapers, listening to the radio, and watching television. For example, the news of the US invasion of Cuba was actually published in newspapers before the operation even took place.

Nerva's objective was simple—to ascertain the situation in the capital.

If nothing unexpected happens, the capital can hold out for five days to a week, which is more than enough time for their operations. But this is Honduras, and "no unexpected events" would be the unexpected situation.

Therefore, the task timeline is planned for 1 day, and at most 2 days. If the situation develops unfavorably, it may even be compressed to half a day.

After watching the news for a while, Nerva nodded: "It seems that the situation in the capital is relatively stable for the time being, so let's prepare to conduct a close reconnaissance."

Although it was described as close reconnaissance, the city is not a war zone, so the danger and risk of exposure are actually not that great.

With so many people shopping every day, and so many going in and out of jewelry stores, you can simply dress appropriately, pretend to be a customer or tourist, take a look and leave, and hardly attract any attention.

Moreover, the United States is such a terrifying behemoth that how could the CIA, which had been living peacefully in Honduras for over twenty years, have imagined that someone would suddenly and unexpectedly attack them today?

There is no way to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

As long as you don't wear "I'm investigating" on your face, it's fine.

After familiarizing themselves with the street and gaining a basic understanding of the jewelry store, Nerva and a female member of the team disguised themselves as a couple of tourists and briefly strolled around the store, noting down the layout of the interior and exterior, a few suspicious doors, and the overall layout of the storefront...

To ensure the investigation was as accurate as possible, the two walked along the streets for two hours after completing their investigation before taking a taxi back to the hotel.

The subsequent attack plan, manpower allocation, attack time forecast, evacuation route, and so on, all became clear at once.

When Nerva was formulating the plan, he asked Bedd one last question before the operation: "Do you know roughly what kind of power the CIA and other 'enemies' have in the city?"

“I don’t know the specifics, but I have a general idea.” Bede’s eyes showed a growing respect for this group of Guatemalan madmen who lived up to their reputation. “The CIA has a complete structure in this city. There are about five people in the offices, who are in intelligence, technology and political propaganda, and they belong to the Political Activities Group (PAG) of the SAD. A group of clerks will not pose a direct threat to you.”

"According to our estimates, there are about 30 to 40 people here... Generally, there wouldn't be that many, but they have recently been supporting the military in staging a coup to stabilize the country after the coup and to target your area, so the number has increased considerably."

"Among them, military agents directly under SAD and outsourced GRS each account for about half. This is just general intelligence; we don't know more."

"As for the Honduran army, half of them are currently near the capital, the other half are guarding several important border cities, and a small number are stationed outside the city... But don't worry, as long as your operation succeeds and the civilian government wins, they will not be a threat."

"There is also a special guard unit protecting Ramirez, stationed near his suburban villa. The number of guards is estimated to be 90, but they are relatively scattered because his villa is very large."

"After you take them down, you..."

"..."

At this point, the usually very professional Bed finally realized what he was saying and couldn't control his expression. He helplessly spread his hands and said, "Wait, how come after chatting with you guys for a while, Ramirez has become a corpse that can still walk for the time being, and the CIA has become a stray dog ​​on the roadside that can be kicked to death at will?"

Nerva chuckled: "'The Godfather' told us that this is called strategically despising the enemy—but when it comes to tactics, we still take it very seriously, don't we? Otherwise, why would we go on reconnaissance missions, and why would we bring so much advanced equipment?"

"Sigh, having a powerful motherland is really tough. No wonder they're the little tyrant of Central America." Bed shook his head slightly. "But no matter what, we should think about our options in case of failure, right?"

Nerva smiled slightly when he heard the question: "Of course we have a last resort."

"Oh, what is it?"

Nerva considered the classified information for a moment, and after confirming that this intelligence was not classified at the level of secrecy for allies, he simply said, "If the 'Skull Gang' can't break in, then we can only try to pinpoint Ramirez's exact location... and then, call in cruise missiles, but don't load them."

“…Milton, really, my God. He loves you all, he loves his people to the extreme. I can’t imagine the level of pressure he will face if this fails.”

"..."

Nerva smiled proudly and didn't say anything more.

Their ultimate trump card was the three Kh-65SE cruise missiles that Mr. "Hell Tax Collector" somehow obtained.

With a range of nearly 300km and a warhead weighing around 400kg, its destructive power is considerable.

This missile can be considered the prototype of China's Hongniao-1 cruise missile.

If things become truly hopeless, Nerva's combat squad will try to confine Ramirez to the smallest possible space, disregarding secrecy and radio silence, and directly call in cruise missiles to attempt to kill him outright.

After all, the suburban villa is too large, and the exact location coordinates are uncertain. Conventional missiles would find it difficult to accurately decapitate a person, and might instead alert Ramirez, potentially causing a major diplomatic incident.

However, Nerva did not want things to escalate to this point... The "Hell Tax Collector" has already taken on too much pressure for the country; let's ease his burden if we can.

Time passed second by second, and when the sun had set halfway down, leaving only the sunset, Bed glanced at the time.

"Shouldn't you be setting off by now?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll be in charge of notifying your other teammates... Before you leave, may I ask you a question?"

Nerva nodded as he inspected the equipment: "Ask away."

"How come you guys are so... passionate? They said you're one of the people who followed 'Hell Tax Collector' when he wasn't so powerful. Even if you weren't a core member, you should be able to retire and become an official, right? Why do you still want to carry out such a dangerous mission?"

“For the liberation of Central America.” Nerva patted him on the shoulder. “You’ll understand when you join us.”

After saying that, Nerva waved and beckoned his teammates to get into the off-road vehicle. He hid his hood under his jacket hood and prepared a suitcase full of explosives in the trunk.

Even the support machine guns, which use special ammunition for all their bullets, are always ready to go.

On the train, Nerva gave his final briefing.

"In the first battle, we will rush in as planned, kill people first, then plant bombs, grab some valuables and leave. The whole operation must be completed within 2 minutes."

"After the withdrawal, observe the enemy's reaction. If the reaction is strong enough and the dispersed forces are numerous enough, we will immediately change equipment and go to support Team B."

"On the other hand, when we attack the CIA's second safe house, that liquor store... it's the same thing, kill as many people as you can, destroy as many things as you can."

"Finally, always remember that we are the vicious 'Skull Gang'."

"Roger that!"

"..."

When the agreed departure time with Bed arrived, the soldier in charge of driving immediately stepped on the gas.

Boom boom!

The SUV sped towards the jewelry store.

...A jewelry store, a CIA safe house.

It was already dark, and the jewelry store was being cleaned. There were no customers in the store, and no sales staff behind the counter; it was in a semi-closed state.

Of course, this so-called cleaner was actually a member of the CIA.

Safe houses are not spy "sites," but rather serve as temporary offices, temporary warehouses, and facilities for special missions.

Once a safe house has served its purpose, it will be abandoned.

All the staff at the safe house are working towards the ultimate goal, so there is no "third party." Therefore, even the cleaners are CIA agents in disguise, or at least outsourced.

The third floor of the jewelry store.

Winn Henderson yawned, picked up the remote to turn off the TV, and took a sip of hot tea in a cheerful mood.

"The Honduran army is truly useless. They fought for a whole day and still couldn't take the presidential palace, which was guarded by only a few policemen. No wonder Milton wiped them out."

One of his female colleagues stirred the meat sauce and mashed potatoes in her hand and laughed, "You can't say that, our SAD also suffered a lot of losses."

"Hmph... What does this have to do with us?" Wenn sneered. "Anyway, in a few days, Milton will be facing the most desperate geopolitical situation ever."

"He has beaten us countless times, but it's no use. He will perish amidst endless victories."

The woman sat opposite him, looking relaxed: "The political environment in Central America is so tense, with a coup in the capital and a civil war in a neighboring country... but we're all relaxed."

Winn nodded: "We're not the ones tasked with dying."

"..."

The two ate and drank, chatted and joked, showing no signs of nervousness.

They really don't need to be nervous.

As an extremely dangerous intelligence agency, the CIA actually has a kind of "chivalrous culture"—the agents who take action can die, but the intelligence personnel who make decisions and their superiors cannot die.

Even if there's a one in ten thousand chance of something going wrong, they're still high-class hostages, who can be exchanged for ransom or prisoners...

Therefore, their ease was not feigned.

Win finished his tea and watched as another colleague came over with food and sat down. He then chatted casually, saying, "But to be honest, many decisions made by higher-ups recently have been too influenced by political factors. Otherwise, our CIA wouldn't have suffered such great losses or been so humiliated."

"Mexico, Guatemala... especially the Guatemalan civil war that is about to end. It's not just our SAD that died. From SEAL Team 6 to the other T1s of the 24th STS, a lot of them died, and two Jaguars were lost. You don't know, the British are furious."

"Clinton had already suffered a crushing defeat in the midterm elections. The more anxious he became, the more points he lost internationally, and the more points he lost, the more anxious he became... To be honest, the domestic political situation had stabilized, but the situation in Guatemala had indeed thrown the cabinet off balance."

The woman ate a spoonful of mashed potatoes and chuckled, "High-level politics has nothing to do with us. All I know is that we staged a spectacular car accident... That Guatemalan was shoved against the wall like a dog, his eyes practically popping out, hahaha."

"Milton should behave himself."

“Once the military government overthrows Reiner, we’ll go back home. Milton will never be able to find us in his lifetime.”

The woman set aside her half-eaten meat sauce and mashed potatoes, leaning back contentedly: "Reina actually won't surrender... Looks like he wants to be like Allende, shot dead in his own office?"

"I have no interest in knowing how he plans to commit suicide..."

Boom!
Boom boom boom! ! !
"..."

Before Wenn could finish speaking, a very clear sound of AKMs firing erupted outside!

The loud noise immediately silenced everyone in the safe house.

The air froze for a full three seconds!
The woman's expression changed drastically. She straightened up abruptly and pulled out a Glock: "That's... gunfire?! Who are they shooting at, us?!"

Before Wen En could answer, an extremely arrogant roar came from below the jewelry store.

"Screw you, haven't you ever seen a robbery before?" a male voice rang out. "Brothers, take the gold! All the gold in this place belongs to our 'Skull Gang'!"

"Take it all, take it all, go check their warehouse!"

"..."

The woman was stunned: "We've been robbed?"

"Whatever it is, call for backup!" Winn said through gritted teeth. "Just hold on for three minutes... Damn it, these Guatemalans, why weren't they this fierce when they fought Milton?"

"Coming to our territory to rob us? Wait a minute!"

"Aren't there two downstairs? Why haven't they replied at all? Could these gangsters wipe them out in a heartbeat?!"

Winn lunged at the weapons cabinet, quickly put on his body armor, picked up his M16, loaded the magazine, and pulled the safety.

His movements were fluid and seamless—he was an intelligence officer sitting in an office, yet his actions were no slower than those of an operations officer.

"Send someone to guard the second floor."

After assigning tasks, Winn found cover and tried shouting to the robbers below: "You've robbed the wrong person! The police will be here in 30 seconds, I advise you..."

click!
Before he could finish speaking, the entire jewelry store lost power.

Winn was stunned for a moment—this robber from the military was really different; he even cut off the power first?
Boom boom boom!
Gunshots rang out again from downstairs, and Winn could even feel the impact of the bullets hitting his feet!

If the power were any stronger, it might even have pierced through the floor beneath my feet...

Suddenly, Winn was startled by his own thoughts.

Wait, wasn't the enemy using an AKM? How could it be so powerful that it almost pierced through two floors?!
The enemy hadn't breached the second floor either; the bullets could only have been fired upwards from the first floor down to their feet.

Therefore... there is only one answer left.

These "robbers" are using fucking armor-piercing rounds!!!

What kind of robbers can use special ammunition without batting an eye? This group is definitely not some "Skull Gang".

Winn instinctively wanted to report the news, but as soon as he reached out, he suddenly realized a huge problem.

This is the price they pay for their long-term negligence.

power cut.

He suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

(End of this chapter)